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 Bringing Up Daughters Part II

   By LuvsItWet

   Copyright @ 2009

   Chapter 4

   DAVID ROSS BEQ ROOM 323 SIGINELLA NAVAL AIR STATION SIGINELLA, ITALY

   SAMANTHA ROSS MARTIN BORN O337 THIS DATE STOP MOTHER AND CHILD FINE STOP
ALL MISS YOU STOP ALL PROUD STOP TIM MARTIN SENDS STOP

   HONOLULU WESTERN UNION

   It was the wee hours in the morning only a few days into the new year
when Sandy had awakened me with the urgency of the situation.  It was a mad
scramble but we made it to Tripler Army Hospital with minutes to spare.  It
was a brief labor and an easy birth.  My honey was a real trooper and
within an hour, I was in the room with her and the new baby, Samantha.  She
was tired but happy and I watched as she started nursing then fell asleep
with the baby still suckling.

   I slipped out after leaving a note for Sandy with the floor nurse and
went home to get some much needed sleep.  I managed to stay awake long
enough to send the telegram off to the new father so he could share in the
blessed event.

   Sandy only stayed in the hospital a couple of days.  You wouldn't know
she had had a baby if it wasn't for bundle in her arms and the size of her
boobs.  The girls were tickled half to death and fought over Sammy. 
Sandy's mom was a huge help throughout the first couple of weeks, then we
stuffed her on a plane and life started returning to normal.

   The night her mother left, Sandy told me that she had had several long
talks with mom about our attitudes toward an open marriage lifestyle.  She
told her about us swinging and then getting started with just the guys. 
She told her about fallling in love with Dave and of my idea for them to
have a baby together.  She filled her in on all the details of her
escapades with Reggie, but left out any involvement with the girls except
Pammy's losing her non-existant cherry to Marc.  Mom was not surprised
about any of it and seemed to actually be supportive of our private lives.

   Dave had managed to call a couple of times in the first week after the
birth of his daughter but the connection was bad both times and he said he
would write.  Sandy had written him several times since we had parted
company almost seven months ago but he had only written back once or twice
so she wasn't holding her breath.  I wondered if we would ever see him
again.

   Sandy arranged for a neighbor to stay with the girls for four days right
after her six week checkup and we went to a little beach resort over on
Maui for a second honeymoon.  Sandy was still nursing and getting up
several times each night.  The get-away was just what we needed.  We lay
out on the beach every morning, vegitated around the pool every afternoon
and danced in the lounge after dinner every evening.  Sandy had lost the
baby fat from her pregnancy and was back down to leprachaun size.  Except
for her milk filled boobs which had to be pumped twice a day so she
wouldn't lose her milk.  She filled out her tiny bikini perfectly with some
of her blue veined titties hanging over the top.

   We fucked at least twice a day like newlyweds.  We had plenty of time to
engage in some pretty heavy pillow talk while recharging batteries.  Sandy
told me that she really missed having two or three steady boyfriends
hanging around ready to work her over any time she felt like some extra
sexual activity.  I agreed that that had been an exciting time for us and
how much I thought she thrived on the attention of other men.  We agreed to
keep our eyes open for possible candidates when we got home.

   The last night of our brief vacation, Sandy surprised me by producing
her rubber ducky.  The diaphram that had been carefully put away when she
started trying to get pregnant by Dave.  She was ready for more fun than I
had expected.

   As I watched her glaze her protection with spermecidal jelly and step
one foot up on the toilet to fold and insert it up inside herself, I
realized that my sweet little wife wasn't going to wait until we got home
to keep her eyes open.

   "Just in case somebody gets lucky." She said with a grin as she wiped
her fingers off on a tissue.

   "Have anyone in mind?" I asked as she slipped a flimsy little sundress
down over her nakedness.

   "The bartender the first night we were here looked pretty good to me."

   I had noticed him noticing Sandy.  Nice looking guy.  Tall.  Big hands.
And very, very black.  Obviously Sandy had noticed him too.  We had only
seen him briefly that first night and he was not on duty the other two
nights we partied at the bar.

   "Or I might settle for the waiter we had last night."

   Also a good choice.  A native Hawaiian by his dark mahogany looks, and
in his early twenties.  Sandy had flashed him plenty of cleavage while at
dinner, and he had been very attentive to us the rest of the evening.

   "We can always cruise down the beach and check out some of the other
places if you don't find anything you like here." I suggested as I pulled
an aloha shirt on over my shorts to complete my dressing for the eveing. 
Shoes and we were out the door.  You have to love the tropics, March and
winter was over.

   The night was a total success.  Both the bartender AND the waiter were
on duty and Sandy flirted unmercifully with both of them.  Jim, the
bartender, made no bones about his interest in my little redhead.  Josh
wasn't quite so blatant but Sandy worked at keeping his attention.

   About ten, after a visit to the ladies room, Sandy sat down at our table
and leaned over to my ear.

   "Give me the key, honey.  I want to show Josh the view from our room."
It seems Sandy had run into him in the hallway outside the restroom.  He
was just finishing up his shift for the evening and was waiting for her out
by the pool.

   I descretely passed her the key and she gave me a big sloppy kiss as she
got up to leave.

   "I'll call you in the bar when he leaves."

   I followed her out to the pool area in time to see Josh leading Sandy up
the outside stairway to our fourth floor room.  He probably didn't want to
be seen getting on the elevator with my wife.  I'd bet this wasn't the
first time he'd scored with a guest but he still needed to protect his job.

   I hung around the pool for a few minutes then returned to the bar. 
After about a half an hour, I was just starting on my second Mai Tai.  Jim,
the bartender, asked off-handedly about Sandy's absence.  I explained that
she had went up to our room to lay down for a little bit and would be back
later.  I never could lie very well but I'm good at only telling part of
the truth.

   About eleven-thirty, Jim handed me the house phone.  It was Sandy
wanting a fresh drink.  She also said that she would like to return to the
bar later.  I got all the signals.  As Jim was making up a fresh pair of
Mai Tais, I casually mentioned to him that Sandy and I would like to have a
nightcap with him in our room when he got off duty.  He accepted with a
very broad smile.  I left the bar and a happy bartender.

   Sandy answered the door, still nude and holding her cunt with one hand.
Giggling.

   "He loved the view."

   I sat the drink tray down next to her discarded dress on the bureau and
started stripping as I followed my duck walking wife to the big hotel bed.
She sat down, leaned back and raised her legs wide.

   Pulling her hand away from her crotch, she said.  "Eat me baby, eat me
now.  I need to come again."

   "That's exactly why I'm here." I grinned as I dropped to my knees and
pulled her drooling pussy to my face.

   Sandy went off like a roman candle in about two minutes flat.  I raised
up, slammed into her and didn't last much longer.

   Fifteen minutes after I entered our hotel room, Sandy was in the
bathroom for a quick shower.  I told her I'd meet her in the bar as I
picked up my drink and the key.

   "Oh, and you better reload your ducky.  Jim's comming up after he gets
off work."

   The frost was still on the drink I carried back down in the elevator.

   Jim was ready to call it a night when I re-entered the bar a little
after midnight.  The crowd had died down and I was the only one at the bar
until Sandy showed up.  He mixed himself a descrete drink and sipped it as
the three of us got a little better acquainted.  He was a retired Navy
chief petty officer and had settled on Maui with his now ex-girlfriend
about ten years earlier.  He was in his early fifties but you wouldn't know
it.  Jim's easiness with the situation indicated that he had likely hooked
up with married couples several times in the past.

   We were interrupted once in a while by the only remaining waitress at
the pick-up station needing Jim's attention.  On one of these breaks, I
told Sandy to see if she could give him a special thrill.  She looked
around and lowered herself off the stool.  She went down and around the far
end of the bar from what was left of the evenings action and ducked down
out of sight.

   Jim finished the drinks for the server and returned to where I was
sitting to pick up where we had left off in the conversation.  I was
playing the straight man to a very naughty wife.

   "Sandy has something for you." I told him nodding my head down the bar
in her direction.

   He looked questioningly down the bar to see Sandy sitting up at the bar,
beckoning him with her finger.  When he got down to where she was sitting
around the corner with her elbows on bar sipping her drink, I heard a
groan.

   "Oh, baby."

   Sandy, sitting demurely with her little sundress neatly folded like a
napkin on the bar, didn't have a single stitch of clothes on.  My honey was
gloriously and unashamedly bare assed naked.

   Jim hoisted himself up to be able to look over the bar and was treated
to an open armed, open legged preview of the soon to be comming
attractions. Sandy was on a roll.

   I walked down to that end of the bar and nudged up behind my little
sweetie.  Reaching around her front, I hefted both of Sandy's milk filled
boobs up and out.  Pinching both nipples and milking a squirt from each up
and onto the bar top.

   "See anything you like?" I asked our new friend.

   Jim spun on his heels, walked to the other end of the bar and loudly
announced, "Last call."

   In less than ten minutes, the three of us were in the nearly vacant
lobby, waiting for the elevator.  Jim didn't care who saw him going
upstairs with hotel guests.  He was going to get laid and was damn proud of
it.

   In the elevator, Sandy was all over the tall black man.  It was a four
story, finger fucking, cock rubbing, tongue sucking ride.  Sandy's dress
was up over her tits like a ruffle under her arm pits the whole time with
Jim's big black hands mauling bruises on them.  I had one of her ass cheeks
in my hand, watching the whole thing with a hard on of my own wanting some
attention.  It got it.

   Sandy was naked before I could get the door to our room unlocked and had
already started stripping Jim.  I couldn't decide whether to fumble with
the key or fumble with my zipper.  Sandy had been fucked at least twice by
two different men in the past hour and a half and was acting like she
hadn't been fucked in years.

   My little redhead dragged Jim into the dark room and pushed him down on
the bed.  His trousers were around his ankles, tangled up with his shoes
and socks.  The guy was twice her size but she had him where she wanted him
and he was going to get fucked whether he liked it or not.  Poor fella, I
almost felt sorry for him.

   Sandy straddled his waist, aimed his painfully hard cock at her wet
opening and simply sat down.  They both had had enough foreplay in the bar
and elevator.  Neither needed or wanted to wait.  Jim clasped her hip bones
and pulled her down tight to his midsection.  The new lovers froze for a
moment relishing the connection.

   Sandy's naked pale back was erect but her head was bowed as if in
prayer. Her bright red hair hung in waves down over her face.  Her
out-stretched hands rested on Jims black chest, fingernails scraping at his
tiny hard nipples.

   I walked up to the side of the bed and placed a hand on my wife's
shoulder.  Her head swung lazily and her blank face turned up to me.  Her
eyelids wouldn't open all the way.

   I could feel Sandy's body moving but not like a fuck stroke movement. 
Jim had her fully impaled and was slowly pulling her up and down his body,
using his rock hard erection back and forth like a stirring stick up inside
her.

   "He feels sooooo good in me.  Can I keep him?"

   I leaned down and gave Sandy a long, loving kiss while she continued to
undulate on her lover's large black cock.  It was emensely erotic to
embrace my hot little wife while she was holding another man's penis deep
within her.

   Sandy had taken my hard cock in her tiny hand while we embraced and was
slowly jacking it.  As we broke our kiss, she leaned toward me as though to
take me in her mouth.  I stepped back and withdrew my cock from her,
nudging her forward onto her black lover's chest.

   "You enjoy him now, baby doll.  I'll take you later."

   With a low whine, she turned her full attention to Jim.  Like I said, he
was a pathetic figure and my heart went out to him.

   By check out time the next morning, when we had to rush to catch our
flight back to Oahu, Jim was a wreck.  I had gotten some sleep, between
bouts, in the big easy chair in the corner but my guess was that he had
been forced to enjoy himself all night.  Sandy sparkled like I hadn't seen
her for several months.  I let Sandy carry the luggage while I was barely
able to drag my exhausted ass to the street below.

   That summer we got new neighbors.  Will and Carol and their little boy
Greg moved into the two bedroom unit next to us.  Like a lot of military
families on the move, their lives were in major turmoil.  We didn't even
meet Will before he flew out to meet his unit off the coast of Japan.  We
met Carol the day her second shipment of household goods were delivered. 
Sandy went over to see if she could help out and returned a few minutes
later for a cold six pack.  It was late in the afternoon and she let the
girls go next door with her for a few minutes while I watched the baby.

   I had a bit of curiosity, so lugged Sammy along a little later to offer
my vast masculine influence to the moving-in effort.  The girls had taken
Carol's kid down the street to the little neighborhood playground to keep
him occupied while the moms were getting quietly sloshed at the kitchen
table.

   Carol was a bleached blond with big boobs and a fine butt.  And a potty
mouth.  That girl couldn't finish a complete sentence without at least one
"fuck" in it.  A Georgia farm girl that Sandy and I immediately liked.

   Carol had went to dental tech school right out of boot camp and met her
husband Will at a beer bust about half way through her first training
segment.  That Friday night party on the beach led to a weekend of mindless
sex.  Which led to a follow-up night on the town followed by more mindless
sex.  Which then led to a weekend together in a motel in El Cerito with
lots and lots of mindless sex.  That led to the little boy down at the park
playing with Pammy and Tammy.

   Carol had taken in stride the discharge that was required of pregnant
sailors in that era, only weeks after Will took her on a quick trip to Las
Vegas to legalize her condition.  Will was already a petty officer and soon
finished his corpsmen school.  He was now a fleet marine attached to a
deployed unit from Schofield Barracks.  From all indications, Will was a
good husband and father.  I liked the guy and hadn't even met him yet.

   By the time Sandy and I got back home that afternoon, we were new best
friends with Carol.  Sandy had invited Carol and little Greg over to our
house for supper.  Sandy seemed oddly giddy about something.  I put it off
to the beers she had downed next door as helped her put Sammy down for a
nap.

   A little later, Carol showed up at our sliding lanai doors with little
Greg in tow.  Our urchins not far behind.  A lot of pieces of a puzzle I
wasn't even aware of, fell into place.  I knew why Sandy was so up-beat.

   Little Greg was unusually well tanned with big brown eyes and a cloud of
curly black hair.

   Little Greg's daddy was obviously very black.

   To be continued...

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